The Sinner Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

On the face of reality
In the pinnacle of certitude
When every human being is on the cross
Repentance of the past sins
He is told to justify his existence
None of the animals and birds
Is bestowed with this benevolence
In the consciousness of being
As given because of the strength
Evolved or chosen or banished from paradise

In the deeper meanings of life
Away from the humdrum of mundane
Beyond the boundaries of race and a piece of land
Color and other divisions
A fantasy I want to live
The pleasure of a living in commune
In harmony with nature and consolation
Before I straggle or remembrance
Of those who have walked over the earth

In sweet embrace when the beloved I kisses
Wine pouring from the earthen pot into my goblet
The flowery bird of imagination
The gazelles in the garden with ponds of fresh water
Reclining though I lie on velvets and beholding the beauties
Is that I have to die first for this sweetness
Longer the distance to that world of fantasy is
Before my every nights sleep I plunge into this world

What then prevents me from making things real
Or is it that I am addicted to imaginations
O youth dear before you depart
And leave me like the old master
Repenting my good deeds and not having done enough sins
Sinner am I for I want to taste
The sin of being in love with you